The TV’s blaring, the radio is turned up loud Maybe then I’ll sleep well, maybe then I’ll drown you out. Don’t want to think much I don’ t want to reminisce Cuz love songs and poems have all lead, they’ve all led me to this.
Chorus: It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone. And it’s way way way it’s way to cold To be at home.
I’ve locked up tightly I must say I’ve had my doubts Cuz they will kick and they will scream but there’s no way they’re ever getting out. They breathed fresh air once, a long time a long time ago. And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?
Chorus: It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone. And it’s way way way it’s way to cold To be at home. And I am what I am, yes I am what I am It ain’t that bad.
What I’m tryin to say here is not worth, it’s not worth your time I’m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme.
Chorus: It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone. And it’s way way way it’s way to cold To be at home. And I am what I am, yes I am what I am It ain’t that bad. And even the toughest white boy, yes even the baddest white boy He still gets sad.